What worries me when i hear folks speak of how the injextions are failed biologicals, and that otherwise the bioweapon would be okay …if only it were more safe and effective; the thing that worries me when i hear of the right to mask and promote one’s own narrative, and all truth is subjective, and indeed i myself kept hoping to be wrong; the requests for amnesty, scamnesty, and the next wave of fearmongering viruganda; the arbitrary social distance limitor- 6 feet under, or 10 feet away please, or whatever they make up that we are supposed to take seriously and honour and obey; the jist of the jab and the lockdowns and the being had and the shell game and the digital chip inside our bodies like we are pets, this is the same thing that bothers me about the chip in our beloved pets , namely, that tis a violation of the very notion of sovereignty.
If one is to be a sovereign, a nation, a body, an inviolable self-contained organism, one must be able to reject violations of ones skin, such as needlerape, shelling, foreign agents, and foreskin removal. Ah, but the coercion, the religion, the desire to get along to get by, to not be abandoned by the wayside for an unpermitted thought or action, for a refusal to submit to authority, however staged. WE do it because we ALL do it and it would be wrong not to, is sort of the thought train that drove the Harmacide. And we all know that it was absolutely unacceptable to have a different thought and maintain one’s sovereignty, be it as concerns the war on Russia, where the correct colour was yellow and blue, not the cancelled Red White and Blue of Russia, although it might be blue white red, will it matter when we are all dead? maybe this is a good time to start thinking wrong thoughts after all, will it help us all to survive and swerve away from the mesmerizing armageddon approaching in the headlights like deer.
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And to have one’s bodily sovereignty to reject scamdemic Harmacide injextions brought to you by coke, pepsi, and Harma, Big Harma, like those old Koole-aide commercials where the guy busts through the walls in a big pantyhose costume full of bug juice to sell… and to reject the loss of all that we held dear, the ability to have a friend , to take a walk, to not feel like the veneer had been stripped and the stage left bare, bereft of connection. To have something better to do than stare at the phone. To not be isolated and alienated, to shake the hands of fellows, friends, and hug and be intimate and have any love in the world at all.
Twas three years ago today that the city and much of the world shut down. London closed San Francisco, and told everyone to go on home to New Jersey, now, y’all, we’re not horsies now. And Gavin told you to get your kids needleraped, and said that was what the PanDoctro dictated, in DoctroNation of Fear and Loathing, that is what we had to offer, or else worms drowned by the rain, if you prefer.
And are you not sufficiently scared? We’ll need to adjust the narrative. Smoke better pot. Scratch the surface and change the kittylitter. Increase the medications and block out any speculation, what is there to wonder about at all? The answers have all been found and will be provided to you, when the masters of the house get around to it, they’ll relay it to you in the tent on cardboard in the cold sidewalks of concrete jingles. We’ll craft a story that no one can possibly believe and those who don’t believe it will be belittled and heckled by those who fell for it, but all will be victims irregardless nevertheless notwithstanding.
This is what i wanted to say, but did i get to say it? what are your thoughts?
Marking the anniversary of three years of the War on all of Womanity, openly declared as such, watching the world collapse quietly, i felt the need to cry out.
All they succeeded in with me is me turning my back, and walking straight in the other direction. I won't even take a vitamin pill from those bastards anymore. I'd rather die on my feet then live on my knees.
Thanks for reiterating the history of this charade.